Unworthy our thanksgiving

Unworthy our thanksgiving, Our service stained with sin, Except as Thou art living. Our Priest, to bear it in; In every act of worship, In every loving deed, Our thoughts around Thee centre As meeting all our need.

A bond that nought can sever Has fixed us to the Rock; Sin put away for ever From all the Shepherd's flock And, Lord, Thy perfect fitness To do a kinsman's part, The Holy Ghost doth witness To each believer's heart.

As dews that fall on Hermon Refresh the plains below, The Spirit's holy unction Through Thee to us doth flow. Ah, then, how good and pleasant, As one, to live in love, Forgetting all things present In hope of joys above.